Some good, some bad, some deviant

Halfway to the party, Felicia paused and said, "Nick, I almost forgot. My employer will be there tonight and wants to meet you, us and MJ at midnight. He said his messenger would find us ten minutes beforehand."

"Well, let's see what fate has in store for us then." Nick said with a confident tone. "MJ, you may not like what I have to do but from what I have found out about Felicia's employer, he might be the backing of your old agency. He is a ruthless man, we may have to make some concessions. I don't want you to worry. It won't do anything to hurt you, but you may not like it. However, you may save all our lives tonight. Will you do what I ask?"

"Tell Red Sir's plan."

Nick began to narrate how he thought tonight would go to MJ's widening eyes. In the end she could only hang her head and say, "Fine but I have a suggestion."

Nick couldn't help feeling a bit conscious of himself as the threesome entered the party. They were perfectly tactfully late and it seemed to him every eye was on him. He could imagine what they were thinking. If he were honest with himself, or had a smaller cock, he would be thinking the same thing, "Why were two babes like that acting like slaves for the fat man?"

Nick wasn't under the illusion people couldn't guess who he was. About 40% of the people in the room were co-workers, or family of co-workers. The rest probably didn't know him, maybe didn't even know his dates. MJ would be well known as she was famous, but her face was fully covered and even her signature red hair was hidden for the most part. He knew from post-nut conversations Felicia was much less well known, but after the photos from today's shoot went viral people would know her.

Nick leaned toward MJ while tugging on her leash, forcing her ear to his hot breathe, "I want you to start training me. I want to be in better shape so I can go to pound town even longer in your fine pussy."

Under the veil and blindfold, MJ blushed as she felt drops of fluid begin to flow down her inner-thighs.

"Well sluts, heel." And with that Nick lead the two women around the room to take in who was in attendance. Most of the women and men were masked, the vast majority in full masks. Still that didn't stop Nick from scoping some major talent, even if it was only body. There was one woman standing by the ice sculpture who made radiated beauty. He swore the woman was the sexiest woman he had ever seen, until with a rapid blink he looked to his sides. Confusion covered Nick's face as he stared intently at the woman.

Noticing his stare the woman slowly began to walk over to him and handed him a leash while saying, "Hello there stud, I see you are collecting quite a collection of fine women, would you like another."

Nick remained stoic, unmoving as he gripped the two leashes in his hands and looked back at the woman. "Mrs. Frost, I have been to the Hellfire Club before. Surely you remember? I remember a drunk dancer telling me about your powers. You've gotten stronger."

"You haven't gotten more handsome and apparently still paying for companionship." Emma snapped back as she reached for MJ's veil.

"No, no, no. I am not paying for these two. They are freely here in order to get a taste of my cock later tonight. I don't know if there is enough money in the world to get these two together." Bragged Nick as he looked up and down the White Queen.

"You know neither my crown nor it's supporting member has tasted royalty, I would love to entertain you at some time though. I'm sure I could crown you in white, but only if you are willing to part with your purity." Nick said as he strutted away from the mouth agape woman. He didn't even need to pull on his two bitches leashes for them to silently follow behind him.

As Emma came back from her shock, she stared at the broad shoulders of the fat man who had just teased her mercilessly and also exposed her greatest secret. Sudden anger perfused her very soul as she changed into a body of pure diamond before hastily dismissing it. Her telepathy would be better here. She needed to find out what the fat man knew.

Pushing her way through the crowded floor, Emma grabbed onto Nick's shoulder as she released her most fearsome mental attack on him, pushing into his brain to find the truth.